Peters Peter

From: Cathy

This actually happened only a few months ago but the, uh, memory is still very fresh. I am definitely changing the names just in case someone recognizes the situation.....

During the summertime, I had come to my college for a summer session. I really wanted to get myself into shape, but most definitely have something that dealt with the martial arts. Well, a friend from my dormitory told me about a a place that had several simultaneous classes in the martial arts going on. So I started going. One day, this really hot guy (I'll call him Peter) was watching one of the martial arts classes that I was in and invited me to the one that he personally taught. I thought Peter was joking but after several lessons, I figured he was legit and wanted to teach me.

One day, I decided to invite a friend in with me to check Peter out. Peter decided that he wanted to teach self-defense, which I totally abhor because I am one of those females that really hates to be taught anything like that. I like the idea of being aggressive in an attack, so I was complaining about having to do self-defense. What was worse was that I was also on my period and getting a little moody as well.

So Peter says that I have to sit on him and choke him. I kinda looked at him and raised my eyebrow with a look that said, "You must be joking."

He told me to get over there and choke him. So I did as he said because 160 pound me could not beat up nor run from a 210 pound hottie (think Arnold Schwarzenegar) and it's not like I wanted to run from him either. So I plopped...I repeat PLOPPED... down on top of him...and nearly passed out. Even through my pad, I could feel how large his privates were. I hadn't meant to sit that far down on him, but I also am a leggy person and that came into play. Well, I already had started choking him and he was trying to talk to my friend. He kept calling my name (which I didn't hear because I was in a panic) and by the time I released some of my hold, he was turning purple. I was slowly trying to scoot away from his, ahem, peter, most unsuccessfully. He then told me to start to choking him again and I did. I thought matters were already pretty bad and embarassing, but God sure must have needed a good laugh that day. Peter threw me towards his head and my crotch landed right on his face...I don't know if he smelled anything, but he obviously liked throwing me around because he made me do this with him several times. He then took my friend and made her only do it twice. Then he made me do it AGAIN with him for another twenty minutes.

When Peter said that he was then going to sit on us, I wanted to die. Everything went without, er, said incidents again for that lesson, but everytime I see him and have to do something bodily with him for my martial arts, I get really squeamish about it.....But it's not everyday that you end up on top of a peter the size of the Eiffel Tower either.